I woke up close to noon to an empty bed. I put on my robe adjusted my collar – it was starting to get bothersome – and walked outside to see Daddy making me breakfast in his boxers. He never cooked.
“Morning Daddy” I said as I kissed his cheeks. He told me to go freshen up.
I did as asked. Thoughts of yesterday flooded my mind as I went about my morning ablutions. I was definitely feeling something for Daddy. but no, emotions had to be kept out of this. This was a slippery slope otherwise I told myself. I sensed he might be feeling something for me too. He was cooking. But then again it could also be Covid and the fact that we can’t go anywhere.
Anyways, I came back to a few toys out on the table. The butt plug with the a fluffy white tail caught my attention. I decided to make no commentary about it.
We ate breakfast or lunch or brunch whatever you want to call it.
“So what are we doing today?” I asked sheepishly